Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Rifles
The Rifles
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joel Stoker
Joel Stoker
Paroles/Composition
Lucas Crowther
Lucas Crowther
Composition
Grant Marsh
Grant Marsh
Paroles/Composition
Robert Pyne
Robert Pyne
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Richard Wilkinson
Richard Wilkinson
Ingénierie
Serg
Serg
Ingénierie
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Ingénierie de mixage
Dave McCracken
Dave McCracken
Production
Stephen Harris
Stephen Harris
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Walk out of the door and make my way up the street Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain At least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain Hit the queue for the bus and then I join the line Same faces for the last ten years of my life See them more than my friends, I couldn't tell you their names Shattered glass on the floor, kids have run out of games I don't see that's ever gonna change One hour passes 'till I'm back on my feet A stone's throw I will be walking 'till I'm off of the street Hang my coat to dry, settle down with the herd Some I really don't mind, some just get on my nerves Turn my back to the clock because it slows the time Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike Turn the radio on to drown the sound of the rain Same bands, same songs, play again and again I don't see that's ever gonna change Tell me I'm not right, say what you like, I'm miles away And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day And I don't see that's ever gonna change And I don't see that's ever gonna change From my place of work I move away in a haste Time there moves slow but rushes when I'm away Pass a girl from my school the conversation's brief Gotta catch that train, get myself some relief I meet up with friends and they knock off at six I pull in at five and walk about for a bit Watch the world go by through an empty glass And I know that I won't be the last 'so' Tell me I'm not right, say what you like, I'm miles away And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day So I don't see that's ever gonna change And I don't see that's ever gonna change And I don't see that's ever gonna change And I don't see that's ever gonna change Creep back into bed and then I pull up the sheet High over my head and uncover my feet 'Till the room goes dark and I'm miles away Jump to the alarm and start another day
Writer(s): Luke Crowther, Joel Stoker, Robert Pyne, Grant Marsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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